Fiction

While there aren’t enough particles in the vacuum of space to create a proper medium through which sound can travel,…

On the clearest nights, a sudden fog would envelop the streets, heralding the unearthly screech of their whistles…

The Cat Council only convened in the darkest of times, for they were catkind, and it was their duty to act. But will…

I hear the little ski plane sliding down outside and I put on all my shirts and three pairs of pants to shield…

Warning: This fiction story contains descriptions of self-harm.

Five weeks before Theresa Greenwood vanished, the 64-year-old retiree invited me into her home, let me scratch her…